Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
I wipe the steam off the tiny bathroom mirror above the sink with my hand, then brush my hair before grabbing my phone and heading back to my room. I push open my door, stopping short with a shocked gasp when I find Holden sitting on the edge of my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper-yell, quickly shutting the door behind me.
“I told you I was coming,” is all he says.
“And I told you I’m on my period.” I walk over to my desk and lean up against it, keeping a safe distance.
“Three things,” he starts. “Number one, the fact that you think I don’t want to see you if sex isn’t involved is bullshit and quite frankly, insulting. Number two, I come bearing gifts.” He gestures behind him at a shit ton of candy and chips and beer, and…is that a heated blanket? What did he do? Rob a Costco before coming over?
I swallow hard, not knowing how to feel. “And number three?” I ask, crossing my arms. His answering smirk tells me I should be scared of whatever’s about to come out of his mouth next.
“What’s the point of having a sword if you never get it bloody?”
I blink at him in surprise. “Oh my God.” I didn’t think I was capable of being shocked by anything that comes out of Holden’s mouth anymore, but I stand corrected.
He doesn’t laugh like I expect him to, his gaze filling with heat at it drifts down my towel-clad body. “If you think I’m scared of a little blood, then you severely underestimate the way I feel about you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to you. With you.”
My heartbeat kicks up a notch when I realize he might be serious. He stands and closes the distance between us. I tilt my head to peer up at him, feigning nonchalance. “Doesn’t number three contradict number one?”
He shakes his head, his fingers teasing the opening of my towel near my thighs. “I said there doesn’t have to be sex involved, and I meant it. We can lie here and watch a movie and eat snacks if that’s what you want.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
He lifts me by my waist and plops me down onto the top of my desk. I lean back, my palms resting on the solid oak.
“Then I can eat you first and have the snacks second.” One hand grips the base of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me, slowly, deliberately, while the other hand trails up the inside of my thigh. God, I’ve missed this so much. I melt into his kiss, feeling my pulse between my legs as his hand moves higher while his tongue coaxes my lips to part. I don’t stop him when he slips a finger inside me. He swallows the desperate sounds clawing their way up my throat, my legs parting slightly, hips shifting forward of their own volition.
“Already so wet,” he says against my lips. “Open your legs for me.”
I do as he says, because even though I’m slightly humiliated, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. He adds another finger, eyes glued to where he pumps them in and out. His hand stays anchored on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he fucks me with his fingers.
“Tell me you need this as much as I do,” he says, dipping down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth before releasing it with a pop. “Tell me you’ll stop avoiding me and I can have this pretty pussy whenever I want it.”
I don’t respond, but I clench around his fingers, giving away exactly how I feel, his dirty, blunt words sending a bolt of lust straight to my core.
He removes his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. “Say it.”
“It’s not just you.” I grip his wrist, pulling it back where it belongs between my thighs. “I need you so much it makes me feel fucking crazy.” The admission shocks both of us. Suddenly, Holden drops to his knees, flipping up one side of my towel.
“Holden.” I try to close my thighs, but he wrenches them apart, fitting his shoulders between them. I push my fingers into his hair, holding his head back. “I’ve never—” Having sex on my period for the first time is one thing, but having his face so up close and personal is another thing entirely.
“Even better. It’ll be a first for both of us.” His hand circles my ankle and brings my foot up to rest on the edge of the desk before doing the same with the other. I’m spread wide open, completely on display for him.
Am I really doing this? I swallow hard, heart pounding as he spreads me apart with his thumbs, the cool air hitting my over-sensitive clit. He hesitates, waiting for permission, and I release my grip on his hair, leaning back on my hands once again in silent offering. Hungry eyes devour the sight before him, and then he’s kissing his way up my inner thigh. With the first swipe of his tongue, my hips fly off the desk. Oh my God. His hands move to my thighs, fingertips biting into my flesh as he keeps me anchored to the desk, then he dives back in for more. My head falls back, high off the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around my clit. Everything feels heightened and just more. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my arms slip out from under me, sending my textbooks and makeup mirror crashing to the floor as I collapse onto the desk.